It Is The Brevity Of Life Which

Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But Death.

It's The Things You Don't Do, Not The Things You Do, You Feel Most Sorry For.

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.

We Each Live In A Private, Distorted, Individual World - Stars Turning In Space, Warmed For A Moment By Each Other's Light, Then Lost In Infinite Distance.

All Adventuring Is Rash, And All Innovations Dangerous. But Not Nearly So Dangerous As Stagnation And Dry Rot. From Grooves, Cliques, Clichés And Resignation - Good Lord Deliver Us!